On My Way Home From Work, My Beautiful Single Boss Asked Me To Do Something For Her - Volume 1

Prologue

[Translation By Divinity]

I always thought I’d do it someday.

I vaguely, abstractly assumed I’d do it with someone.

Because, after all, that’s—what humanity has always done.

It’s not something I usually think about, and I don’t really want to think about it much, but—it’s something the majority of humanity has done in this world, in this history.

Everyone is born that way.

My parents, my grandparents, their parents, and so on, all the way back… Every lineage connected to me as a descendant has experienced it, weaving the thread of life.

The intimate act between a man and a woman.

The sacred and noble act of creating a child.

It’s special, yet at the same time, ordinary.

No matter how I phrase it, I think the rawness of the act can’t be hidden—but maybe calling it “baby-making” makes it sound a bit better.

No, not really.

Anyway.

That’s why I vaguely thought—I’d make a baby someday too.

Even though I’m a lonely guy whose “no-girlfriend experience” equals his age, I vaguely thought so.

Part of me felt it was the natural course of things.

Someday, I’d unite with the person I love, and to build a family overflowing with love, I’d experience the act of having a child… I’ve vaguely envisioned such a future, almost like a wish.

But.

The experience itself, now that I’m going through it—it’s far more calculated and immoral than I thought.

“…ngh”

My body is hot.

My head feels like it’s boiling.

I don’t even know if this feeling welling up from deep within my chest and burning my whole body is excitement or guilt.

A love hotel in the heart of Tokyo, Room 302.

On the bed, a man and a woman intertwine.

One is me—and the other is Manager Monou.

She’s my direct superior.

She’s a woman who’s stoic about her work, strict with her subordinates, and feared by some in the company as the “Empress”—but to me, she was also someone I admired.

And now, with such a woman.

I’m entwined with her.

“I-I can enter, Manager Monou.”

“Yes…”

Manager Monou says.

In a small, cute voice, unlike her usual resolute tone.

“Go ahead, insert it all the way in.”

We become one.

Without a single thin layer, we join together without any impurity.

But there’s—no love there.

We’re not married, not even lovers.

We’re entwined without love.

It’s simply an act for her to conceive a child.

This pairing was her request.

It all started one month ago, from that day—

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